“Why did you take your own plate back and not mine”? “I don’t know, perhaps my childhood. Is there a problem?” “No, but if you get up, it doesn’t take any more trouble to take two plates and not just your own”. “Well, I gladly take the walk to the sink twice, if that makes you happy.” “By the way, how was the curry last night?” “Oh, that was nice, but take my plate now away too.” “Ok dear, but I think the gravy beef is not really all that good for a curry.” “Well, you bought it remember?” “We both looked at it and you even remarked it had little fat on it.” “I thought then that gravy beef is not all that great for a curry, and even asked the rhetorical question and likewise pondered out loud to you; do people still make their own gravy?” People now buy pre-digested gravies and pre-digested everything else.”. “Yes, it makes me vomit.” “So do you.”
The conversation keeps going!
It begs the question; if people don’t make own gravy, what is gravy-beef used for? “Well, it was cheap and looked very lean.” “Ok, so we both agreed on it and bought the gravy beef, next time I’ll get the chuck steak seeing I cook and you don’t.” “No need to get haughty and revert to carping, I do everything else.” “Don’t bloody well cook, if you’re going to take the high road on the bloody curry”. “Well, that’s the best I will ever get to, take it or leave it.” “I won’t improve, am incapable and you know it”. “Yes, I do but you are getting worse.” “Getting worse? Surely not possible, at this stage?” “You started with those plates, I offered to do it twice, and then you refused to acknowledge the disadvantage of the gravy beef, that you had chosen, just because it had little fat.” “Who is getting worse now?”
“Ok, the day is young, can we get over this?” Right-o, what shall we eat tonight then? Well, what do you think? “Let’s both decide and not just one of us? I thought we always both decided.” “No, it often is just you.” “Ok, but what about tonight’s dinner?” I fancy the cattleman’s beef cutlets with boiled Dutch potatoes and lots of gravy. They are always nice and firm, just like your husband and I’ll wear my boots and leggings during dinner as a special bonus.” “No, I am really keen on baked pumpkin and a cut of salmon with crispy skin”. “Ok, then, salmon with crispy skin it is but no boots then.” “A man has to take a stand somewhere.” “It is give and take, I’ll wear my apron instead”.
November 10, 2014 at 6:31 am |
Love’s young dream! 🙂
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November 10, 2014 at 9:07 am |
It seems to never end, just keeps going…Venice will be next year.
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November 10, 2014 at 7:23 am |
geef mij die pompoen maar!
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November 10, 2014 at 7:45 am |
Pompoen= pumpkin.
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November 10, 2014 at 7:31 am |
de vertaling is fout – geef mij de pompoen
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November 10, 2014 at 7:44 am |
Ja, Helvi vindt die ook lekker maar houdt ook van aardappels..
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November 10, 2014 at 4:22 pm |
This all sounds very familiar. p.s I don’t know if you saw my recent post, Gerard? There are some photographs of the house as it is now, one year on 🙂
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November 10, 2014 at 10:43 pm |
Yes, I quickly took a look and it all looks fantastic. A great job you both did. We feel like popping in and partake in a glass or two, pare a pear and squeeze in a plateful of figs.
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November 10, 2014 at 7:48 pm |
To beef or not to beef. That is the question. All the rest is gravy. 🙂
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November 10, 2014 at 9:24 pm |
The cattleman’s cutlet takes my fancy.
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November 10, 2014 at 10:35 pm |
Careful you two. We’ll have to have Milo referee! The beef and potatoes sound awfully good this afternoon. I’m fixing stuffed zucchini.
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November 10, 2014 at 10:47 pm |
We compromised and last night made up over a delicious dish of pasta with a sprinkle of aged parmesan and young spinach leaves. The Chianti was nice too.
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November 11, 2014 at 1:22 am |
I’m relieved to read that peace reigns over the Oosterman kitchen again. Did Milo get any gravy on his kibbles?
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November 11, 2014 at 2:23 am |
Oh yes, Milo never misses out on anything. When cooking gets done, he observes from a distance what gets taken out of the fridge and his tail starts rotating wildly anti clockwise means the meat is out and he’ll get something.
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November 11, 2014 at 2:59 am |
Too FUNNY. I’m still laughing. Are things so boring that you must be churlish or would sassy better fit the snit to snit? Beef gravey and all. My oh my!
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November 11, 2014 at 3:13 am |
That is a great compliment Petspeopleandlife. Laughter is the best cure of them all. Thank you.
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November 11, 2014 at 3:21 am |
If any of this is true, you need your head knocked together.
😀
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November 16, 2014 at 1:31 pm |
Our chuck steak story revolves around him buying it because it was cheap, yet failing to grill it satisfactorily (thinking it was rump or sirloin). I saved the day, explained the difference and made a stew. He never bought it again.
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November 16, 2014 at 9:16 pm |
Ha,ha…that will teach him!
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